Sonnet V

Those hours, with gentle frame and the work undertaken by
To be displayed in whom dwelleth all the eye,
I will play the tyrant
And that this is an unjust man was making excel
For not closing the door to summer
Winter and horrible confounds him there;
Wis. leaves gone checked frost and lusty
And everywhere INFERTILITY: exceeding beautiful, provides:
Distillation were left in the sun,
A glass of liquor captive enclosed by walls,
Beauty missing effect of the form,
Neither he nor any one them to remember that:
But flowers distilled, though the winter to meet
But making their show, their substance still lives sweet.